"I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee
And live alone in the bee-loud glade..."
This morning, I had to go to a training for work that was a big ol' waste of time and led by the most obnoxious, in-your-face, bossy-boots gal. Most people don't get under my skin, but this woman rubs me the wrong way every time. And she uses a lot of finger "quotes." Sigh...
But, it's over now, I'm really no worse for the wear, and like OM says, "It all pays the same."
"...And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings..."
The only lingering effect is on my mood. I am still trying to work my way out of the residual funk. This Yeats poem helps. Imagining yesterday's rainy bike ride, where I didn't see another soul on the trail, helps. Looking forward to hanging out with a bunch of crazy 8th grade girls at track practice helps. Anticipating a nice, regular old evening at home with J and C definitely helps. And writing about it helps!
"...I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core."